#no trolls were harmed in the making

[jolly7899]

A fantastamazing sleepover (..partially)

[yazthebookish]

I think it's about time that these things are to be called out by all sides of the fandom, and not which ship we can blame this on to smear their reputation because let's be honest, a group of hundreds cannot be responsible for the actions of one person or more that are doing this.

I am honestly tired of this narrative because it's not solving anything. There are problems on all sides of the shipwar, no one is perfect. Some problems are prominent than others but that's another discussion for another day.

But when it comes to real people being affected by this and a bunch of trolls trying their best to make this fandom an unsafe space for others to get them to leave or cause more chaos between different groups, then this is serious.

Regardless of who the trolls ship or root for, we should make it clear that this behavior is not welcomed in the community from all sides.

At anytime something like this happens, you can't take a side. It doesn't matter if you're a Gwynriel, Elriel, Elucien. Anything like this happens to any group should be called out.

[r0semultiverse]

I think we should all go out for drinks, smokes, & deserts when J* R****** dies. Then we should resurrect her only to put her 6 feet under again!

[grison-in-space]

from the number of asinine complaints about how "voting is NOT a form of harm reduction" because harm reduction is for ADDICTS! ONLY! I'm seeing around... all coming from OP blogs I don't recognize and which otherwise don't have much presence... well, that coordination alongside the timing of US politics sure feels like the Russian troll bots agitating again. (Yes, they absolutely infested Tumblr; I think @ms-demeanor had a great post about what the bots looked and felt like somewhere that I will have to try and track down tomorrow.)

The thing is, if you actually do know harm reduction well, the complaint makes no sense. It's not as if the origin of harm reduction is a secret or especially hard to find out more about. I am not exactly an expert in the field: I have a educated layperson's interest in public health and infectious disease, I'm a queer feminist of a certain age and therefore have a certain degree of familiarity with AIDS-driven safer sex campaigns, and I'm interested in disability history and self advocacy (and I would in fact clarify harm reduction as a philosophy under this umbrella). So I have about twenty years of experience with harm reduction as a philosophy basically by existing in communities whose history is intertwined with harm reduction, which means I know it well from many different angles, and I know how the story of the philosophy is generally taught.

See, this is a story that starts, as so many stories do, in the 1980s with something monstrous President Reagan was doing. In this case, it was the AIDS epidemic, and Reagan refusing to devote any money or time to what eventually became called AIDS (rather than the original GRIDS, which came with its own baked in homophobia). Knowing themselves abandoned by society in this as in all things, and watching as friends and loved ones died in droves, queers and addicts are two communities who see that they are the only resources that they collectively have to save each other's lives. Queers know that sex, even casual sex, is an important part of people's lives and culture... and people aren't going to stop doing it even if there's a disease, so how can it happen safely? Condoms. Condoms every time, freely available, easy and shameless, shower them on people in the street if you have to. (And other things: this is the origin of the concept of "fluid bonding", for example... both of which were concepts that were immediately adopted in response to COVID, like outdoor socially distsnced greetings and masks and "bubbles." That wasn't an accident. Normalizing sexual health tests and seeing hard results on paper before sex was a thing, too.)

Addicts, too, knew that using was going to happen no matter how earnestly people tried to stop. If it was that easy, addiction wouldn't exist. So: how do you make using safer for longer? If you could stop someone getting HIV before they could bring themselves to get clean, that's a whole life right there. If you could stop someone overdosing once, twice, a dozen times, that's more time you're buying them to claw themselves out of addiction and into a better place. Addicts see, right, needle sharing is getting the diseases spread, so cut down on needle sharing. Well, needles aren't easy to get hold of. Their supply is controlled because people who aren't prescribed needles are theoretically junkies, so taking the needles away makes it harder to use, right— and no one is complicit, and also you see fewer discarded needles lying around where they're unsanitary and unsafe, right? Except that people want to do a buddy a good turn, so they share if there's no other option, and they'll keep a needle going until it's literally too blunt to keep using if need be. So fighting needle sharing means making it easier to get needles to shoot up with: finding a place to discard used ones and get as many fresh ones as you need to use safely!

Making free needles available to junkies and free condoms for the bathhouses was not a popular solution with politicians, for perhaps obvious reasons. Nor was routine testing of the blood supply, because that cost money too. But these things work to stop the spread of disease. Thus the principle of harm reduction: policy interventions in response to communities that frequently engage in risky behavior should focus on whatever reduces aggregate harm by reducing the risk rather than by trying to reduce the behavior. The homos and junkies say look, all your societal judgement in the world hasn't stopped us being homos and junkies yet. You ain't going to look after us? We'll look after our own. And this is the form that takes. Not increasing the pressure to act like people who aren't is, but making it safer to be the people we are while we try to be the happiest versions of ourselves. Even if that means being morally complicit in a whole lot of casual sex and drug abuse.

The thing is, harm reduction is a philosophy rooted in the defiance of people who knew that their society thought they deserved to die painfully, young, invisible and alone. This is not the kind of thing that people come up with and get mad if you adapt it and share it, especially if you tell the story of where it came from. And importantly, harm reduction is not purely the child of addiction: that philosophy, from the get go, was cooked up to apply both to substance abuse and casual sex. It didn't just spread from addiction care; it was born straddling addiction care and queer & feminist health care.

So it doesn't make sense to see actual activists who know harm reduction well complaining that this is a term exhibiting semantic drift when we talk about voting as harm reduction. It's actually a good metaphor: you're reducing the overall risk of the worst case scenario metaphors by voting Democrat, at least until future votes can install a system where multiple parties can flourish on the political scheme. (Democrats and Republicans are essentially coalitions of a pack of arguing factions anyway, and those factions are essentially what would be classed elsewhere as a party in its own right; the US essentially just lumps political granularity rather than splitting it in our political system.) And anyone who understands harm reduction itself knows that.

So it's this wildly inorganic complaint being voiced repeatedly by different sources. Sounds like a pretty good flag for a potential psyop to me.

If you want to learn more about harm reduction and its history, especially from an addiction perspective, I cannot recommend Maia Szalavitz's Undoing Drugs: How Harm Reduction is Changing the Future of Drugs and Addiction (2022) highly enough. Szalavitz has a history of addiction of her own as well as being a clear and accessible writer with an excellent grasp of neuroscience and history. I have a lot of respect for her work.

[themultifanshipper]

Can you do a size kink with George Russell, please?

It’s not your fault your genetics didn’t bless you with height. And it’s not your fault the universe decided to give you a fucking giant for a boyfriend. 

Warnings: smut, I didn’t know whether you meant size kink as in big dick kink or just body size kink so I did both!, online trolling but nothing too bad, very quick mention of breeding kink, belly bulge, also I couldn't resist making some fake tweets

When the internet finally figured out (it wasn’t hard, you were short even in heels) that you were over a foot shorter than your boyfriend, the memes started. And they never stopped. 

You weren’t upset, or angry at them. You knew they meant no harm, and you had a sense of humour about it. You even liked some of them on twitter, which always sent the fans into a frenzy, and in a way it gave them permission to make more. 

You’d been scrolling through the latest batch when George walked in. 

He was searching through his bag for something and had his back to you. 

You observed him silently. Noting how the muscles shifted in his back, and how his arms flexed when he dragged things out of the bag. 

You liked that your boyfriend was bigger than you. It had its advantages, you felt safe when you cuddled because he could wrap around you so fully, and he could pick you up easily, and manhandle you as if you weighed nothing... 

You snapped out of it and carried on scrolling down your twitter hashtag. Your name trended every single time you went to the track. 

You scoffed loudly when your eyes landed on a certain gif. 

The one with the train and the tunnel, you know the one. 

George wondered what had caught your attention and came to lie next to you on the hotel bed to see your screen. 

You looked at the replies to that tweet, and the first one made you laugh. 

You cackled and George snatched the phone to type out a response, scowling the whole time. 

He gave it back and stared at you, waiting for your reaction. 

You laughed even harder and he raised his eyebrows at you. 

“Think this is funny, do you?” 

You nodded, wiping away the tears in your eyes. 

“The PR team is going to give you so much shit for that” you giggled. 

“I don’t care, I can’t have rumours like that start circulating about me”  

Your hand landed on his thigh as you looked up at him through your lashes. “I didn’t know your ego was so fragile. You sure there isn’t any truth to it?” 

He leaned in, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “You of all people should know how well I know how to please you” he muttered. 

“I don’t know... I might need some more convincing” you purred, turning your head to capture his lips in a sensual kiss. 

He groaned into it, crawling over your body to trap you under him. 

You whimpered, just at the feel of his all-encompassing presence over you. 

“Then, allow me to demonstrate” 

He trailed downwards immediately, taking your sleep shorts off on the way and spreading your legs. 

He kissed up your inner thigh, getting dangerously close to where you wanted him. 

The first teasing lick made you let out a shuddering gasp, which made him smirk. 

“I guess I'm lucky that you’re so easy to please” he teased and you rolled your eyes. 

“It wasn’t your oral skills that were in question, darling” you remarked. 

His tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he tried to control himself. 

“Fine, if you’re going to be a brat...” he grabbed your hips and swiftly turned you over, extremely easily. “Then you deserve to limp tomorrow” 

You whimpered into the pillows and he gave your ass a harsh spank. 

“Hips up, legs spread. I’ll get the lube” 

Because the truth was, George had absolutely nothing to compensate for. He had a massive dick, and he indeed knew how to use it. 

Lube wasn’t always necessary, because he generally prepped you perfectly well enough to take him without issues.  

But sometimes you liked it a bit rougher, you wanted to feel it. 

So instead of prepping you, he would use as much lube as he needed to make it fit. 

He poured a load on your ass and watched it drip down your folds, reveling in the hiss you let out at the coldness. 

He slicked himself up, way more than necessary, and spread you open while he watched his tip slide over your entrance. 

“Colour?” 

“Green” you gasped, the anticipation was killing you. 

He pushed the tip in and waited for the satisfied exhale he knew would come from you. He knew you inside and out by now. 

And like clockwork, you breathed out a gasp, and begged him to continue. 

He obliged, pushing another couple of inches in. 

You were so fucking tight, yet so fucking slick around him, he could feel his composure slipping. 

“Still good?” he asked, voice tight with arousal. 

“Please” you begged. 

He let out a breath, and pushed another few inches in. 

Only half way in, he met your cervix, and you whined at the stretch when he pushed in even more. 

“Doing so good for me, baby” he praised, stroking your trembling thighs. Any minute now they were going to give out. 

With the height advantage, George could lean over your arched back, and plant his hands either side of your head and grind his hips in circles, slowly but surely getting more of him inside you. 

His movements made him rub against your insides insistently, your cervix, your g-spot, everything was being stimulated. It was always intense like this. 

“George!” you whined loudly “So full, oh my god-” 

“Almost there, darling. Just a couple more inches. You want to be good for me don’t you?” 

You nodded, whimpering as he continued his maddening slow grind. 

When he finally bottomed out he let out a pained groan and his hips stopped completely. 

“There we go... good girl taking all of me”  

He pulled out half way and dribbled some more lube on his cock, making sure the slide was as wet as possible. 

He stroked your thighs tenderly, pushing you down so you were laying flat on the bed with your legs together, taking the pressure off your hips. 

He propped himself up with his elbows either side of your head and gave an experimental snap of his hips. 

Your responding moan encouraged him to do it again, picking up the pace as his skin slapped against your ass repeatedly. 

This was both of yours’ favourite position. 

The angle meant that he was bullying your g-spot repeatedly without bruising your cervix too much, and you could feel his looming presence completely draped over you, like some kind of predator pinning you down to breed you. 

It drove you wild to know that you couldn’t really move, forced to take his girth as you lay there helplessly. 

“If only they could see you now” George rasped “whining and begging for the cock that should be too big for you...”  

It didn’t take long for him to drive you over the edge, but that didn’t stop him. 

He turned you over and held you up by your hips, hovering inches above the sheets as he slid into you again. 

It really was as if you weighed nothing to George, his large hands splayed over your hips, fingers digging into your flesh while he used his grip on you to shove you onto his cock repeatedly. 

“Look baby, look at how big my cock is inside you” he panted and you looked down to see the bulge prodruding from your lower stomach.  

Your moans echoed in the hotel room, and you’d be worried about the neighboring rooms if you weren’t getting your insides rearranged at that particular moment. 

In this position you could feel him so much deeper, and he forced you through another orgasm before letting go himself and coming deep inside you as you writhed in his hold. 

You panted, hair sticking to your face as you looked up at him dazedly, and he laughed. 

“What’s so funny?” you asked. 

“Just thinking of the memes that are going to come out after people see you limping tomorrow”  

You huffed out a laugh and leaned up to kiss him. 

“Actually I don’t feel too bad. I think my cervix got away with it this time” 

George chuckled. He leaned down, pressing you into the mattress. 

“It’s cute that you think I’m even remotely done with you”... 

The next day ...

[cupcakedieabetes]

For some reason, I misread this as Fashion Summon Ratatouille, and got an idea.

Danny, Tucker and Sam were just in Pariah Dark's huge safe that's basically like a room and Danny got tangled in a lot of jewelries.

Why? Bc it might be cursed, so Danny was the one who offered to see what curses or magical powers the jewelries have.

Do the bling-blings have different powers? Sure. Let's go with one that transforms him into a rat. Another would be the ability to configure a clothes Cinderella-style or maybe Magical Girl-style. Another one to change the appearance of something, etc. Just add in more jewelry powers as you go on.

Sam was the one who went all out in transformation. Tucker was the one who set out the idea for the Ratatouille way by setting him on Sam's head.

As Sam instructed him on the type of clothes she wanted him to make, Tucker would always say "Don't forget the hat". Danny hated it and out of spite always gave Sam the chef's hat.

So imagine Sam, with a very dark gothic clothes. As they're in a castle, she believes that she should try to add in the part of being like a ghost princess or something. She adds on the details for the type of jewelries and hair style she wants.

But Danny makes sure that there's always a chef's hat.

So think this. The JL has their biweekly world ending catastrophe happening to them. JLD had to resort to summoning the Ghost King for help.

In comes Danny, as a rat. And like the Gremlin he is, he pretends like he's the Magical Mascot instead and to use him to transform themselves to 'gain powers' (which his him basically helping them subtly with equipping them with Fenton Gadgets, but the magical girl way. He could probably take out the gadgets from his chest and transform it into a magical wand or something through the jewelries).

And he either speaks it in like a Mickey Mouse voice or a high-pitch squeaky voice.

Choose who you want to do the transformation. Imagine the possibilities. Batman with Sailor Moon outfit 🌙 but with a chef's hat bc Danny's in there. Superman transforming by the way of Precure and his 'make up' is a fenton gadget transformed. Flash having to do the entire sequence of tap tap tapping like Ojamajo Do Re Mi. AQUAMAN TRANSFORMING AND HAVING TO SING LIKE MERMAID MELODY???

But don't forget the chef's hat!

Feel free to add more types of Magical Girl transformation, but not Madoka bc Danny does NOT want to harm them, just trolling.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The real problem with anonymity

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According to "the greater internet fuckwad theory," the ills of the internet can be traced to anonymity:

Normal Person + Anonymity + Audience = Total Fuckwad

https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/greater-internet-fuckwad-theory

This isn't merely wrong, it's dangerously wrong. The idea that forcing people to identify themselves online will improve discourse is demonstrably untrue. Facebook famously adopted its "real names" policy because Mark Zuckerberg claimed to believe that "Having two identities for yourself is an example of a lack of integrity":

https://www.zephoria.org/thoughts/archives/2010/05/14/facebook-and-radical-transparency-a-rant.html

In service to this claimed belief, Zuckerberg kicked off the "nym wars," turning himself into the sole arbiter of what each person's true name was, with predictably tragicomic consequences:

https://www.kalzumeus.com/2010/06/17/falsehoods-programmers-believe-about-names/

Facebook is, famously, one of the internet's most polluted reservoirs of toxic interpersonal conduct. That's not despite the fact that people have to use their "real" names to participate there, but because of it. After all, the people who are most vulnerable to bullying and harassment are the ones who choose pseudonyms or anonymity so that they can speak freely. Forcing people to use their "real names" means that the most powerful bullies speak with impunity, and their victims are faced with the choice of retreat or being targeted offline.

This can be a matter of life and death. Cambodian dictator Hun Sen uses Facebook's real names policy to force dissidents to unmask themselves, which exposes them to arbitrary detention, torture, and extrajudicial killing. For members of the Cambodian diaspora, the choice is to unmask themselves or expose their family back home to retaliation:

https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/meghara/facebook-cambodia-democracy

Some of the biggest internet fuckwads I've ever met – and I've met some big ones! – were utterly unashamed about using their real names. Some of the nicest people I know online have never told me their offline names. Greater internet fuckwad theory is just plain wrong.

But that doesn't mean that anonymity is totally harmless. There is a category of person who reliably uses a certain, specific kind of anonymity to do vicious things that inflicts serious harm on whole swathes of people: corporate bullies.

Take Tinyletter. Tinyletter is a beloved newsletter app that was created to help people who just wanted to talk to others, without a thought to going viral or getting rich. It was sold to Mailchimp, which was sold to Intuit, who killed it:

https://www.theverge.com/24085737/tinyletter-mailchimp-shut-down-email-newsletters

Tinyletter was a perfect little gem of a service. It cost almost nothing to run, and made an enormous number of peoples' lives better every day. Shutting it down was an act of corporate depravity by some faceless Intuit manager who woke up one day and said "Fuck all those people. Just fuck them."

No one knows who that person was. That person will never have to look those people in the eyes – those people whose lives were made poorer for that Intuit executive's indifference. That person is the greater fuckwad, and that fuckwaddery depends on their anonymity.

Or take @Pixsy, a corporate shakedown outfit that helps copyleft trolls trick people into making tiny errors in Creative Commons attributions and then intimidates them into handing over thousands of dollars:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/01/24/a-bug-in-early-creative-commons-licenses-has-enabled-a-new-breed-of-superpredator/

Copyleft trolling is an absolutely depraved practice, a petty grift practiced by greedy fuckwads who are completely indifferent to the harm they cause – even if it means bankrupting volunteer-run nonprofits for a buck:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/02/commafuckers-versus-the-commons/

Pixsy claims that it is proud of its work "defending artists' rights," but when I named the personnel who signed their names to these profoundly unethical legal threats, Pixsy CEO Kain Jones threatened to sue me:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/02/13/an-open-letter-to-pixsy-ceo-kain-jones-who-keeps-sending-me-legal-threats/

The expectation of corporate anonymity runs deep and the press is surprisingly complicit. I once spent weeks working on an investigative story about a multinational corporation's practices. I spent hours on the phone with the company's VP of communications, over the course of many calls. When we were done, they said, "Now, of course, you can't name me in the article. All of that has to be attributed to 'a spokesperson.'"

I was baffled. Nothing this person said was a secret. They weren't blowing the whistle. They weren't leaking secrets. They were a corporate official, telling me the official corporate line. But they wouldn't sign their name to it.

I wrote an article about for the Guardian. It was the only Guardian column any of my editors there ever rejected, in more than a decade of writing for them:

https://memex.craphound.com/2012/05/14/anodyne-anonymity/

Given the press's deference to this anodyne anonymity, it's no wonder that official spokespeople expect this kind of anonymity. I routinely receive emails from corporate spokespeople disputing my characterization of their employer's conduct, but insisting that I not attribute their dubious – and often blatantly false – statements to them by name.

These are the greater corporate fuckwads, who commit their sins from behind a veil of anonymity. That brand of bloodless viciousness, depravity and fraud absolutely depends on anonymity.

Mark Zuckerberg claimed that "multiple identities" enabled bad behavior – as though it was somehow healthy for people to relate to their bosses, lovers, parents, toddlers and barbers in exactly the same way. Zuckerberg's motivation was utterly transparent: having "multiple identities" doesn't mean you "lack integrity" – it just makes it harder to target you for ads.

But Zuckerberg couldn't enshittify Facebook on his own. For that, he relies on a legion of anonymous Facebook managers. Some of these people undoubtably speak up for Facebook users' interests when their colleagues propose putting them in harm's way for the sake of some arbitrary KPI. But the ones who are making those mean little decisions? They absolutely rely on anonymity to do their dirty work.

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If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/04/greater-corporate-fuckward-theory/#counterintuit-ive

[brittle-doughie]

if y/n was piss at a random cookie hurting one of the cookies kids.

This is them if u anger them

How would the others reacted to this, with the darkness cookies witness this side too. Plus the others like the ancients, legendaries and the yeast beasts also see this

Spy x Family reference lol

I think a majority of cookies would be caught very off guard by your sudden aggression when it came to ANYONE bringing harm to your little ones. A literal Papa/Mama Bear momento.

Black Swan, so used to you being soft and adorable, is suddenly taken aback when she sees your fierce side when Red Panna critiques Blue Slushy a bit too much and you want him to cut her some slack.

White Lily gasps in shock when you tell off DE to leave Brave and the others alone, they were still just kids at the end of the day! Not Chili though, she can suffer. (LMAO)

Timekeeper is immediately reminded of your short fuse when you push back against her usual trolling, saying that Brave and the gang could’ve gotten hurt from her timeline shenanigans. She had to stop it to prevent you from quitting.

Xylitol Nova is most curious about this side of you when he sees you handle some of the younger Xylitol cookies. He knew you were a benevolent cookie, but to see you care for the others so well, it makes him wonder where you got the experience from if you didn’t have young ones yourself.

[bethanydelleman]

Something I think about a lot is how in Frozen, Elsa and Anna's parents really wanted to do what was best for their daughters and they tried their hardest but they still got it terribly wrong. They tried to follow the expert advice and failed.

It makes me think of how all of our parents probably failed us in some way, more likely if you were neurodiverse or queer, and how I may be failing my own kids, but the intentions are entirely pure. The parents in Frozen wanted their kids to be safe and happy, they loved those girls to death, but they didn't know how to meet their needs effectively. The best advice at the time or maybe what they learned from their parents was dead wrong. And in Anna's case, it's more about how when one child takes up a lot of time and energy, another may be left neglected unintentionally. Parents with a high needs children and typical children cannot help this, a lot of them can't afford adequate help (in this case, they isolated Elsa for safety and Anne was forced to be isolated too).

The harm and pain matters, but I think the intention does too. If a parent did harm from a sincere wish to do good, it's very different from malicious abuse. Anna and Elsa's parents really wanted to do the right thing.

(I'm not saying anyone deserves to be forgiven, just that I feel a lot of pity for parents who try their very best but get it completely wrong. Also, that "wise" Troll gave super vague advice and I blame him primarily for how Elsa was raised)

[lizbethborden]

There's a post on r/relationship_advice about a young woman whose boyfriend asked her if his was the biggest penis she'd ever had sex with. She told him objectively no, but that bigger penises hurt her physically and make sex painful and unenjoyable, and his penis is perfect for her.

The boyfriend has been obsessed with this answer since, repeatedly demanding reassurance from her and constantly revisiting the topic even when she becomes frustrated. She describes one time they were on a call and she hadn't slept, and he was keeping her up at 5 literal AM making her reassure him about his penis.

This is how she frames the issue--shocker:

The responsibility being hers, to "do enough" to help her incredibly insecure and in-need-of-therapy man to get over an issue that she did not cause.

Men are being incredibly normal about it in the comments and making sure we know how severely oppressed and harmed they are by penis size comparisons:

Of course, further up in the selfsame post, there are multiple comments from women talking about how they dislike big penises, how their best lovers were indifferent to size; there are even men talking about how they're average-sized or small but have long-term female partners who love their bodies.

This generous male individual commented multiple times, but expressly stated that he didn't even finish reading the post:

His additional comment elsewhere:

In case it's unclear, the basic thesis of OldSoulMillenialMan's comment is that all men have a deep and profound insecurity around their penises, and need, emotionally, to hear "your penis is so huge, I'm terrified of it, it's going to ruin me, it's the biggest ever" from their women on this issue.

Putting the whole emotional labor aspect of this post aside, I took away a few key findings.

Despite women commonly and frequently remarking that they like average-sized penises, not just in "coed" communities like relationship subreddits, but in female-centric communities like the TwoXChromosomes subreddit, etc (which are all full of men, often moderated by men, and are definitely trolled, brigaded, and read by men, given how often women are solicited via DM from their posts in female-centric subreddits), men simply do not believe them, and believe there is no parallel for the "body positive" movement for them--the "body positive" movement which was begun by women, for women. The implication, here as always, is that the onus is on women to provide positivity for men, to provide help and comfort for men, to fix men's problems for them. Men never generate an internal movement directed at each other in order to heal the wounds they experience that center on maleness and manhood. They only ever want women to do the work for them. (There is also 0 recognition of how the "body positive" movement as such has been completely co-opted for profit by the beauty and fashion industries; nor any recognition of how beauty standards for women have actually intensified in the past 5-10 years.)

Men's insecurities around their penises and penis size can only be balmed by knowing that they're big enough to scare a woman, that they're big enough to "ruin" a woman. This really highlights the function of sex for men and the interpersonal function of the penis in heterosexual relationships: the function being penis as weapon. The penis is not just a genital organ a man happens to have, which he happens to use for pleasurable sex with his female partner. The desire is to use his penis to harm her. He wants his penis to be the penis that makes her suffer, that makes her scared and worried she cannot bodily accommodate him, that makes her "ruined" by the sheer size and suffering he causes with his penis. As feminists have discussed for a long time, this is a fundamental element of hetero male sexuality. "Fuck" is not just a word that means "to have sex"; "you're fucked," "fuck you," and other uses of the term clearly outline how to be "fucked" is conceptualized as an aggressive, violent, and degrading thing. Even when men are in loving partnerships with women, their deep-rooted desire is to be the ultimate violation and degradation their female partner experiences, because that is the meaning of sex to them.

[jolly7899]

Exchanging gifts

[an-albino-pinetree]

Aww yer flimsy lil knife didn’t work.~

Theory:

It makes sense to me, in @sm-baby ‘s Carnival AU universe, that the Players wouldn’t be able to hurt the NPCs, but the NPCs would be able to hurt each other.

If Players were able to cause pain to the NPCs, Trolling would cause too much disruption to the gameplay

Whereas NPCs being able to hurt each other, would result in funny hijinks for the gameplay (eg. Ragatha being able to actually hit Jax, with the bottom of a serving dish, for trying to grab something off the table)

This makes sense why Kinger, Ragatha, (whoever else Mushy has drawn harming him sdjh) can legitimately hurt, or even temporarily kill, Jax 👍🏻

[dragonridernoobie]

How would three characters in the bayvers transformers reaction when they awaken an very ancient pedecon!dragon!reader, from their sleep under some dirt somewhere Latin America and they awoken a very angry old lady

( it be funny if it's okay if you add in a human character seeing a dragon and turns out she is the earth biggest troll for all the dragon related shenanigans )

Hmmm... interestingI will try my best. I hope you like it. also, you didn't say who you wanted, so i picked the 3 transformers i had the biggest crushes on because i can. Also, with the humans, I'm gonna do Sam, since the ones from darknight I dident care for since I always hated them by how much they pissed me off.

Bayvers Transformers X predicon Reader

The decpticons were at it again. They wanted to get the key from underneth the Pyramids in Egypt. They were needed to open a portal that leads to cyberton. The autobots wanted to use it for good so they could come back home, but the decpticons wanted to use it to destroy the earth and rule over it.

Aurobots obviously wouldn't let that happened so they countered the decpticons when they landed in Egypt. Thought tooth and nail to keep the decpticons away while sam and a few military men run into the pyramids to find this key.

While they search the many catacombs, they find a staircase that leads down. So they took it. Further they went, the darker and quiet it got. Eventually they come across a huge room.

It seemed to he a whole knew cave system that led to the other pyramids, but it all led to the same room. Right in the middle was a giant metal ball type thing.

Right infrotn of it was the key. It was floating on top of a cybertronian structure. When Sam got close to it, he felt how the cybertronian structure was releasing an energy that dident hurt but it was a tad uncomfortable.

With quick motion, he was quick to grab it and held it. It shrunk down to his size, and he could now put it in his pants pocket if he needed to.

Suddenly, the ground shook, and the little structure made a noise before it went underground, and the ball behind the structure lights up with cybertronian writing lighting up all around it.

The giant ball splits open with a hiss, and both sides fall over. Making the ground shake, and the noise echoed through the room. There, infront of them was a dragon type of transformer.

(What you look like) (not my artwork)

Its eyes snap open, and it opens its wings and lets out a powerful roar. It gets on its 4 legs and looks at the humans in front of it.

Its eyes focused on Sam, who was the key and roars. It's head ducks down to bite, but the military men where quick to dodge while bring Sam with them.

They quickly ran for the exit while trying not to get aten. Right when they pass through the door, the draon cybertronian blows a powerful stream of blue fire, and it nearly misses the humans.

When they ran to the surface, the ground shook more and more. Roars are heard getting louder and closer. The dragon was breaking its way through the pyramids.

When they escaped the pyramids, they ran straight to the autobots and tried to tell them what was coming, but it was too late.

The pyramids explode with a fire breath coming out of it and 2 massive wings. There, in front of the autobots and the decpticons who stood frozen. Was a massive predicon.

It was as nearly as huge as the pyramids. It roars at the cybertronians and then looked at Sam. It roared once again and spread its wings. It took flight and went for same. Once close enough, it tried to grab sam, but optimus hits it, making it crash into the ground.

The predicon gets up and roars. Ready for a fight.

Optimus

He readies his sword and blaster and yells at the predicon it means no harm.

He announces he is a prime to the predicon to see if it understood what it means.

It seems it did since it looked surprised and stopped charging the fire breath it was ready to unleash.

It came closer to prime and sniffed.

Once realized he spoke the truth. It bowed its head in understanding and to show respect.

Optimus wouldn't lie if he said he was surpised.

He quickly took aim at the decpticons when they started to shoot again.

Though, he dident see the predicon quietly watching and ready to fight.

He only realized when it took off and rained fire ontop of the decpticons.

Destroying them like nothing.

It landed back on the ground near optimus and bowed.

It then transformed and spoke.

Optimus welcomed the predicon named (Y/N).

They now have a new member of the autobots.

Megatron

Megatron watches how the predicon comes out of the ground and attack the autobots.

It attacked the autobots and him.

When the autobots fled with the key and the decpticons fought back.

They where able to get the predicon down and attacked it.

When megatron arcane close to it, he decided to try his chance to talk to it.

He said his name and told them that they are not the enemy but the autobots where.

This seemed to catch the predicon attention and it squinted it's eyes. Telling it to continue.

Megatron explained that the autobots are the reason cybertron was destroyed, and the fact they are the heros.

It seems to work because the predicon transformed into its cybertronian form and asked megatron to continue.

Megatron did.

At the end, he got the predicon to join the decpticons.

They welcomed the predicon named (Y/N).

soon the decpticons had the upper hand.

Intel optimus proved that the decpticons lied to (Y/N)

Ya, (Y/N) spared no one.

Sam

Sam ran to the autobots while the pyramids got destoryed.

Before he could reach the autobots, he was grabbed by the predicon and taken up in the sky.

It threw him on a nearby tree landed on the ground.

It charged up its attack before Sam begged it to stop and that he is doing this for optimus prime.

This cought the predicons attention and stopped. Sam continued.

He explained the cybertronian war, how the decpticons are bed autobots good type stuff.

At the end, the predicon transformed to its cybertronian form and got Sam out of the tree.

The predicon named (Y/N) said sorry for what they did.

They where welcomed to the autobots.

Though, it dident stop from Sam having a heart attack every 5 seconds became of (Y/N) roaring behind him to scare the living shit out of him.

He also found out they love to hide things.

Time to mess with Ratchet.

>:)

[sturnsreader]

scars

TW: self harm

!! requested by @sturns-posts !!

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“y/n?” you heard your boyfriend, matt, call from upstairs. you sighed and made your way up stairs to find matt on his laptop. you walked around the corner and smiled walking up to him.

“yes matty?” you asked cheerfully.

“are you okay?” he asked sounding concerned.

“yeah, why?” you asked confused at by the sudden worry.

“well, im just worried about you.” he sighed. you noticed that he kept looking back down to his computer screen to making glances at your arms.

“you would tell me if you weren't, right?” he asked.

you gulped wondering what he knew.

“yes, baby, please dont worry about it.” you nodded quickly before turning back to go downstairs.

he grabbed your waist and pulled you back into his arms playing with your hair.

“are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again repeating himself. you nodded into his chest before he pulled you back leading you into his room. he didn’t say a word, just sat you on his bed and opened up the screen. on the left hand side of the screen was a recent picture of you in mcdonalds that a camera man had taken, on the right hand side was the same photo just zoomed into your wrist. your scars visible for the world to see. you read the headline over and over in your head sighing.

'HAS TWITTER TROLLS PUSHED MATTHEW STURNIOLO’S GIRLFRIEND OVER THE EDGE?'

“what is this? you told me you stopped a while ago and if you felt like that you were going to tell me. did i do something wrong?” he asked pointing to your wrist on the screen with teary eyes. you couldn't speak, your whole throat had closed up.

he noticed and pulled you onto his lap staring into your stinging eyes.

“i love you so much and i want nothing but for you to be the happiest girl ever. i let anyone hurt you. whether they're old or new, i don't care because i'm here for you now and i always will be." he smiled before kissing your forehead softly. a tear escaped your eye making you smile.

“we don't have to talk about this now, whenever you're ready.” he smiled resting your head onto his chest as he wiped the tears off.

| 2 hours later |

“hey, i know you wanted to go to the cabin back in massachusetts, so were going with nick and chris tomorrow morning!” he said with a smile while tucking your hair behind your ear.

“baby, you didn’t have to”

“shh, i wanted to.” he said as he hugged you around the waist.

you waited at least 10 seconds before letting go. matt’s hugs were the most comforting thing ever. “can you help me pack, please.”

matt shook his head up and down with a big smirk while grabbing your hand and walking downstairs to the bedroom.

“oh, how long are we staying.”

“since were with nick and chris we are staying for a week and a half, but soon we can go alone.”

he was digging through the closet trying to find a bag big enough before you made him stop.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you more, my love” you could tell he meant it. “we are going down to nick and chris’s house tomorrow morning at 4 am. i know its early but i want to get there earlier, if its okay with you.” he said right after he found a perfect suitcase to fit all your stuff.

| two days later |

“hey babe i was scrolling through things to do here and there is a tattoo parlor like five minutes away from us can we PLEASE get tattoos together!” nick said excitedly.

“shut up you have been rambling about tattoos the whole time we-“ chris said as you cut him off.

“nick i would LOVE to get a tattoo with you and i know exactly what i want. follow me!” you said as you go to find matt in the store.

“im getting a tattoo with nick and i just want you to draw stars around my scars.” you say while going through your purse to find a pen.

matt looks at you in awe as he takes the marker and draws the cutest stars ever. you start to tear up. you look up at him as he concentrates on drawing them all.

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not my best work but i tried 🥲🥲

i hope you enjoyed and if you have anything you need to talk about message me! i love you guys sm🩷.

[slayrith]

blinks at u. ghostface!josh and ghostface!chris

i'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure ty i'm giving u a big kiss

huge warning for stalker/obsessive themes- so like watching u n maybe getting into some icky stuff idk

so the general idea is that Josh came up with this plan to get back at his sisters going missing- since everyone believes they were murdered, what better way to get revenge on the people responsible than doing the same? A series of killings, designed to make the perpetrators feel fear- panic, even- before ultimately being led to their demise. And who better to ally with than his best friend? After all, he wasn't responsible- and he feels the same guilt over not being there for Hannah and Beth. But that's where you come in..

So if you were Josh's plaything victim... It's because you were involved. Jessica and Emily had told you about the prank along with the others and you walked out, not getting involved but you didn't tell Hannah. And Josh knows. And he knows that everyday since you've been riddled with guilt. But it's not enough.

He needed you to pay. To know what it was like to see people around you get hurt and you do nothing about it. But.. He can't help but have a soft spot for you. After all- you were so close with the Washingtons, and you were so distraught after that night, he couldn't help but feel some ounce of pity for you- so he watched you.

For once- he's glad Chris likes modern technology: because now he can keep watch of your every move, all of your social media pages, and more importantly- keep watch of the people around you. When you hear rumors of a killer and the strange connection the murders have to you and your friends, you can't lie- it freaked you out. But you didn't try and think much of it until you got a call one night.

Now, typically it was Chris on the phone with their victims and Josh doing the deed, but this time he wanted to switch it up. Taunting, teasing, and borderline flirting with you, using the information he had spent so much time gathering on you to his advantage. You thought it was another troll, some online stalker- until he mentioned the underwear you mysteriously had disappear a few weeks ago.

So for Chris, he's no where near as depraved as Josh- he honestly feels kind of bad for you. After all, you did keep yourself out of the prank, but you were too caught up in your own emotions to do anything- how childish, honestly.

Chris really gets a kick out of the phone calls he has with you- especially when he gets to comfort you the next day about some creeper telling you the personal information of your closest relatives; Which he totally didn't get by tapping into your phone a few weeks ago when you left the library to grab a coffee while you guys were studying.

He loves playing innocent with you, acting like an innocent bystander, helping you with your distress, only to go home and watch you through his computer screen using a USB stick he gave you, hoping to help go through your call history to help track down who was behind them- all a lie, of course, but no harm no foul.

After all, your face looked the cutest contorted in horror.

[thewertsearch]

Anonymous asked: youve finally gotten to the section of the comic that makes me tear up everytime i read it! vriska is such a polarizing character but i have nothing but empathy for her. i do think she cares about her friends, even if shes awful at showing it and her attempts do more harm than good. Specifically i DO think she cares about karkat- she shows a begrudging respect for him throughout the comic and even says he maybe is the most human of them, which is something she is starting to admire herself even if she wont admit it. I think if vriska didnt care about the others in her sad, warped-by-child-abuse way, things would be much different. Jack bringing the bodies back and her being visibly enraged by it- i think thats grief. more than that i just find her quest to kill jack so sad. It really reveals to me how fucked up she is- she repeats so many times that she knows survival is unlikely, that she knows her immortality wont save her, but that its something she needs to do anyways. Vriska isnt actively suicidal- but shes passively okay with dying if its in a way where she can accomplish her goals. She wanted to be absolved of all the bad things shed done (even if thats not how it works). And- just as much- she wanted to save her friends. and terezi. The person who wants to not be a killer anymore but goes down the path anyway because the timeline says she must, because her own lack of a future is breathing down her neck. Who was the person vriska cares about most on that meteor, even if she is horrible at showing it. Terezi is the one to kill her. They were best friends! They were both thirteen years old! And its narrated by the man who literally groomed vriska and who she views as being a predator to her!!!! Most heartbreaking death she couldve gotten. Fly high in those dream bubbles queen

Maybe I spoke too soon, when I asserted that Vriska probably didn't give a shit about Karkat. They might not have had many on-panel interactions, but they were co-players for over six hundred hours. We can't say definitively that they didn't bond at all.

I guess the issue here is that the trolls' social group consists of sixty-six unique relationships, and we simply don't have time to explore them all. We know that each troll isn't necessarily buddies with every other troll in the group, and I could list plenty of pairs that almost certainly aren't friends. I can't imagine that Nepeta was particularly pally with Eridan, for example, and I don't think Aradia and Gamzee were hanging out offscreen.

All that said - if any troll is friends with the entire group, it's probably Karkat. His only real conversation with Vriska was that argument about quadrants on LOPAH, but there was a moment in one of the walkarounds where she agreed to put her plans on hold for his sake, which was a surprisingly kind gesture for her. Plus, you're right, she does think he'd cut it better as a human - and that statement hits differently when you remember she's low-key jealous of humanity.

As for Scratch... yeah, his treatment of Vriska, specifically, is nothing short of disturbing. She clearly hated it whenever he showed up to text her...

...and, uh, now that I'm actually thinking about it, the guy only ever seems to manipulate girls. The only male Player he's even spoken to was Karkat, and that was only three sentences. This guy was born from a nightmare - and he certainly acts like it, the creep.